(I can recall riding my bike to the stoop of the Gold Club (aka Conference Room G? Good one, Yelp!) on Howard Street back in The Aughts during my lunch hour – somebody (some blogger/media type, I forget who) wanted a photo of the scene. I get there, and it was so sad. Three strippers had been driven there just for a press conference, but at least one of them didn’t get it. “Is my picture going to be in the paper? I don’t want my family to see that!” (Girl, do you have agency? No? OK fine.) Obvs, there wasn’t a meeting of the minds on this deal and it gave me a sad, so I left. And then they decided to move the venue of the presser, ’cause people were worried about have the embarrassing GOLD CLUB marquee in the photos.)

Now let’s think here – who could replace the strippers this year? It would have to be an image-sensitive entity with a worser image than the sex trade, but with loads of cold hard cash to spend all over town.

I’ll tell you, I have no beef against the idea of Airbnb per se, but man, your sausage factory isn’t pretty, A.

In fact, it’s offal.

All right, click on over to get Airbnb’s side of the story from their fresh news release. (And don’t forget to read the fine print – see if you have to sign away your first-born when you click on an ad for Airbnb…)

‘Cause if you sleep in your RV in front of a house, its millionaire homeowners will, hackles raised, not rest until you are gone gone gone.

But churches are a different story – you’re less likely to have to deal with complaints to the SFPD / SFMTA. (You might trigger an internal debate about why-do-we-even-have-this-congregation-in-the-first-place, you very well might do that.)

Simply, church-goers are much, much less likely to call out the popo on you.

As here:

I’ll tell you, the same RVs I saw ten years ago parked on Post and Geary and Fell and Oak at night are now, after recently being chased away by new legislation, parked on Masonic and Presidio and Hayes, as here.

So if you had noticed the live score seen at the top of the screen, then you’d have known that the Seattle drive you were watching would end, SPOILER ALERT, in a field goal.

Cord cutting* comes at a price, so very high.

Just saying.

*Believe it or not, my town, the second-largest in the northern half of the state, has no NBC affiliate, so my aging 70 inch Sharp has zero chance of receiving KNTV out of San Joser using my rabbit ears, as I’m on the wrong side of Twin Peaks. Plus, I can’t go satellite as I have no view of the southern sky. And Comcast, well, Comcast is the Devil. Now last year, that was different, that was par-tay time (at least until the end, the very end of the game) at 720p on a decent, non-spoiler network. But this year, meh. Oh well.

(Hey, did you know that that troublesome cable-stayed tower is merely decorative? Pretty much. I’ll tell you, the original, lower-cost “freeway-on-stilts” proposal is looking better and better as the years roll by…)

Well fundamentally, this accident was due to pilot error, if you had to sum things up in two words. But the NTSB has been looking into everything that led to that error and now it will present its findings, in English, Korean and Mandarin Chinese.